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ICE CREAM 5th AVENUE SHOP-In the Savoy-Plaza 5th Avenue at 59th St.-PLaza 3-6009 :==--= - -:!! .-- ENGLAND, HOME, AND BEAUTY " . < X OVE the mantelshelf was a por- trait of an English poet of the nineteenth century, a minor po- et but sufficiently immortal for visitors to the Sillery household to feel a slight shock on learning that John Sillery had also been mortal enough to be Mr. Sil- Iery's grandfather. On the mantelshelf, which was long and wide, were most of the objects one expects to find on an English mantelshelf: some photographs, a stoneware jug holding pheasant tail feathers and another holding spills, a clock, a tobacco jar, a pair of Georgian silver candlesticks, a tortoiseshell box, and a bottle of dog medicine. In the grate, for it was summer, was an ar- rangement of fir cones, rather dusty. Before the hearth was an elderly Persian rug, and standing in the centre of the rug was a machine gun, mounted on its tripod and looking like a pet alliga- tor. In through the French windows came Mr. Sillery and Major Puncheon, both of the village Home Guard, and a dozen women. The women were of various ages and various degrees, but all of them were flushed and most of them were out of breath. For few women are accustomed to throwing overhand, and the Ladies' Shooting Class, having mastered the theory and practice of shooting with a rifle, had this afternoon gone on to a study of the hand grenade. Now twelve pairs of eyes were fixed beadily on the pet alligator. ii.. .. . "This," said Mr. Sil- . lery, "is a machine gun. It is set up ready for action. " Mrs. Dowling, whose neuritis was chronic, ceased to rub her fore- arm. She folded her arms and waited. "And a very useful weapon, too," added Ma- jor Puncheon. "Which bit do you pull first?" inquired Mercy Hazard. She was flushed but not out of breath. The flush was partly pride. War had taken her three brothers, but not be- fore they had seen to her education. Mercy's hand grenade had repeatedly gone over the bough of the walnut tree and, as a result, Mercy's hair was now hanging over her eyes. She pulled out a pocket comb and settled it, still gazing at the machine gun. "We will begin with how to load it," said Mr. Sillery. "This is the belt." It .. .. 4Þ a , "'. .. . passed from hand to hand, and Mrs. Dowling commented to Mrs. Damon that it looked rather like those old-fash- ioned papers of pins, and Mrs. Damon replied that she could do with one of them nowadays. "The cartridges are dummies, of course. You all know a dummy by now." The Ladies' Shooting Class assented. They stood in a half-circle round the hearthrug while Mr. Sillery and Major Puncheon eXplained and demonstrated. "Do you all understand, ladies?" "No. I don't." Mrs. Goose spoke shamelessly and seriously. When Mr. Sillery renewed his explanation she lis- tened with a critical expression, as a cat listens at a mousehole. "Thank you. I've got it now." She stood back a little, digesting her in visih] e mouse. "Suppose the enemy don't bob up where you think they will," said Mr . Johnson. "Do we have to lug the whole thing round to fire it in the other direc- tion?" A faint tinge of scorn for male impracticality was in her voice. As Major Puncheon showed how the gun could be slewed around and raised or lowered on its stand, she smiled for- givingly. "Very nice," she said. "Handy, isn't it, Mrs. Cullen?" "I seem to have heard," said Mrs. Canty, "that machine guns get very hot. This one's water-cooled, you say. Sup- pose all the water gets used up, what then?" " I ld '" t wou Jam, an- swered Major Punch- eon. "But that's been thought of. You've asked a very sensible question, Mrs. Canty, but there's d f ." an answer rea y or It. He explained the cool- ing system. "All the same, wouldn't it be a good plan to take a can of water along? We don't want any more trouble about running short of water, like we had last month with the fire practice." Mr. Sillery flushed. Mrs. Canty, hav- ing loosed her arrow, listened to Ma- jor Puncheon's further assurances and declared herself satisfied, for at heart, lIke most termagants, she was a mag- nanimous creature. "I suppose it takes more strength than a rifle," insinuated Mercy Hazard. "Try for yourselves, ladies," said Mr. Sillery. One by one, the twelve ladies knelt ,.. , , "i ' l I \ ...."."